To advocate those that see shadow
one must first make sure they've also seen the torch,
One without the other makes no sense
and is a clear and present example of a "wash",
Growing in a mold-like state of appeal
he loses the taste of sugar sweet ripened sense,
A cavity that bores it's way inside a young man's nucleus
begging the question of exhilaration in light of it all,
The keys were lost in the rite of passage
seeing as how now he'll try and boss the others hitherto,
Staring contests take place in the street with every three piece suit
he may happen to meet and greet accompanied by sex appeal,
Chiseling the smiles off faces of passerbys he can rise up
laying classless chilled and on ice for the come across,
Will it be the buckle or the belt that chews out the lips tonight
distancing his anger in a tirade of happy thoughts will come in keepsakes,
Digits all summit in a numerical fashion and in an order
that makes the accountants bead sweat so he can no longer recall success,
Willfull
Wastes
of Spectactles
Testicles
Wallets
and Watch
Now watch him go
hitherto
hitherto
tip toe through his business
and you'll see